"Hey hey, Mae!" Tim says over the phone, "Happy birthday! I wish I coulda been there, girl-dude, but my pops has this big thing goin' on in Hawaii, It's so cool here! All the guys are total bros, and all the girls are really nice. There's this one girl, I saved her brother from a shark, and now she's teaching me how to surf! It's great!"
You think for a second and think it would be cool. Tim's impossible to hate, and he has this habit of being way too helpful! You take a breath, and say, "So, Tim. If I were to head over there, do ya think we could hang out?" You quickly put on a swimsuit, a weird amalgamation of a wetsuit and a bikini. Your large areola are covered by small patches of cloth, the soft swimsuit material feeling amazing on your nipples. The strings go to your shoulders, where they meet with sleeves that reach your wrists. A large bow sits in the middle of your back, where the two straps from the sleeves meet with the two from your bottoms. Your bottoms are an odd mix of shorts and bikinis. Revealing your inner thighs down to your knees. Your shoes are comfortable. The whole thing is black and gold.
"Yeah, I wish ya were here, dude. The girl that's teaching me ta surf? A real looker, your type if I remember right."
"Mhm, see you in a bit!" You say hanging up.
"I wish I had a high-quality board and that I was the best surfer in the world. I wish that my current outfit was appropriate for surfing. I wish that I was on a trip to Hawaii, and that I was sitting on the beach, in front of luxury beach house."
You blink, and you appear on the beach. You get back into your house and explore it. Your room is there, now, so you don't have to remake it. You saunter back out of the house and examine the area. You're the only house for a while, and there's nothing but beach. You can improve this, though.
"I wish I had my own personal boat house, with a luxury yatch, a Cyclops submarine, and a seamoth. I wish that I had a sailing license for all of them, and that they would be magically maintained. I wish the Cyclops has a hatch on the top, so I don't have to swim to get in. I wish that whenever I sail anywhere with a personal vessel, there would be a free spot just for me." A building appears in the nearby lagoon, and you go explore. It's a perfectly decent place.
You explore further and find yourself sitting at your computer. You look at your pale skin, and your foreign accent.